7th Time Loop Kiss Novels & Stories

“Not this. Never this.” Then he kissed him—deep, claiming, grounding. The kiss ignited something. The temporal energy in the room reacted. Blue light flared around them. The illusions of their past selves screamed and dissolved. The alternate Alex stood, face twisting with rage. “You can’t reject the balance!” But they could. They did. Damian and Alex kissed harder, hands roaming, bodies pressing together in the center of the fracturing timeline. The collar and chain between them glowed white-hot—not with submission, but with the pure, stubborn love that had survived every war, every mutation, every timeline.

He slowly leans in and places his lips on mine moving it quickly, his hand on my cheek. This kiss is so gross, but I'm tipsy as fuck so I don't care at this point. The kiss lasted for about 10 seconds then I pulled away. I open my eyes to look at him and his cheeks are red. Aw he has a little crush, well he's going to get over it soon because I don't feel the same way. I look over to see Gina smirking, then to see Heaven... mad? Her face looks disgusted and I don't blame her, the kiss was gross.

He smiled against my mouth. “There you are,” he murmured. His hand dipped lower. Cupped my butt cheek. Used it to grind me into him. I moaned. “Devon—” “Shh,” he whispered. “Your time loop snaps in a minute.” He kissed my jaw. My neck, dragging his tongue along the sensitive part, slowly and possessively. “Meet me in my room,” he said against my ear. “When it reboots.” The world shattered. Again.

he breathes, and I hate that his voice this close, this low, does something to my pulse that has nothing to do with fear. We crouch there in the dark, his chest against my back, his hand still resting at my hip like he's forgotten to remove it, or maybe he hasn't forgotten at all. I can feel every breath he takes. I try very hard not to think about that. The door creaks open. Light spills across the floor below us. “Hello?” A voice.... Coach Ellery, from the sound of it. Footsteps echo across the rink floor, unhurried, searching. “Anyone in here? I thought I heard something.”

The chauffeur turned on the car and the stereo, and then came Nikky Minaj, while he glided into the long road. “You know one good thing about black guys in Guts Island?”. Laura spoke into my ear. “They don’t suck pussies, but they are long between their thighs, and they can get you crazy with just a thrust”. I smiled at how silly and bitchy her words sound in my ear, but those words brought a flash of my ex-husband; he literally doesn’t suck to get me to my climax, he tortures me into it. “Maybe you should try one tonight”. I said in response.

Their kiss felt like forever, unable to breathe, she pushed him, scraping his neck. And that’s when … he saw it. The Ring.

He tastes like heaven. There is a party at the resort where more friends and family are waiting. They can continue to wait. For this moment, I am with the love of my life, and we are celebrating what we have. It took us a long time to finally get it right, but now, the world is ours. Our businesses run together. Our hearts run together. Our worlds are now one. The wind dances around us, gentle and soft. This kiss is so very different than our hurricane kisses, but yet the same. Love has tempered the storm and made it so that things are now bright and sunny. We are kissing in the sunshine, but thankful for our hurricane kisses.

“It’s sick!” Julian looked extremely proud of himself. “Just a local DJ I’ve seen.” Willow and I headed into the closet and locked it before clicking on the light. “Time starts now!” Joy called. Willow pulled me to her and kissed me. “You can cum in seven minutes right?” She breathed. “Are you serious?” “It’ll be kind of exciting and dangerous, right?” She shoved her hand in my pants and stroked my dick. “Plus seeing Shauna all over you really pissed me off. I need a reminder that you’re mine.”

Then he shocked me to the core when he cupped my jaw and for the first time in seven years, he kissed me. He lowered his lips to mine and I didn't hesitate to kiss him back. His tongue slipped into my mouth as he kissed me expertly. He tasted different than I remembered. I was used to the taste of mint in his breath, but this time, he tasted of nicotine and mint. But the smell of nicotine overpowered the smell of the mint. Had he been smoking? Kaizen pulled away from the kiss first as we stared at each other breathlessly. His eyes burned into mine with so much intensity. “Aurora… I still love you—”